Friendship

We switched off
left the city chaos
drove miles
to share the hope
of a sunrise

We needed a group hug
and the comforting arms
of a rising sun

Retired Boats

We’ve been waiting for
a good day to take the boats out

We’ve been spending our time in waiting for the right moment to have fun

We know it’s silly
But our family thrive on regrets

Joy-kill Reality

Living Poetry April visual prompt

Don’t fit in those boots no more
Forgot how to be joyful on the little things in life
Can’t blame the overgrown feet
It’s the fault of the grown-up mind

Is This Art?

I hate my face, but I want a portrait painted. You are the artist, see what you can do. I trust you…

The Love of My Life

It’s my wife’s birthday party tonight. I took a day off to get ready, well, not me getting ready, it’s getting her and the party ready.

I dropped her off at the spa first thing in the morning, then went to pick up the party decorations, then went to the venue and set everything up. It took me four hours to get all that done. The timing was perfect though, just in time to pick her up from the spa. I told her that she looked a million dollars with a facial treatment, manicure and pedicure. Not that I could tell, but she told me enough that I learned to compliment her, one of the secrets of a happy marriage, I guess.

We were hungry so we decided to drive to the sailing club to have lunch since it’s a glorious day. I drove like a mad man in the traffic because there was no other way when you had a hangry wife in the passenger seat.

When we were about twenty metres to the T junction, I spotted a car moving out of the parking spot right in front of the club on the esplanade. I slammed on the accelerator and dashed to take the spot; I was so fixated on the parking spot, my safe driving sense became retarded.


Boom! I went through a red light, and a delivery driver on his bicycle couldn’t break in time and ran into the passenger side of the car. I slammed on the break twice as hard as I slammed on the accelerator.
The seat belt tightly restrained me from going towards the dashboard.
In great panic, I looked through the rear window. The delivery driver got up from the ground, food parcels were all over the pedestrian crossing, his bicycle was bent by the impact. Thank God he looked unharmed.


Then I turned to look at my wife to see if she was ok. She looked at me with scrunched up eyebrows, twitching nose, lips smacked close, then she raised the back of her hands to my nose, and yell,” Look at what you’ve done to my nails!”


I couldn’t help but let out an uncontrollable laugh at her serious and pissed off look. That’s her, the love of my life. She cared about the most ridiculous things, even when facing life or death.

The Invisible Thread

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Thread

Her loved ones and her psychiatrist kept telling her that she lost her baby boy at birth, to be precised, it was a still born.

But she noticed this invisible thread connecting her and her boy like an umbilical cord.

She had heard him cry, coo and breath all time of the day, all days of the week, and all weeks of the year, then it all stopped.

The sense of loss was unbearable for her. Drowning herself with tears and vodka, she had numbed herself to sleep each night for almost three years.

On the twenty-ninth of February, by the Grace of God or by a miracle, she heard her boy again crying, breathing, but this time she also heard him giggling.

The Beautiful Sad Artist

She is
very beautiful
very talented
and very sad

She said
the sadness
gave her inspiration
to create
something beautiful

She made peace
with herself
through art

Emoji Confucius Says

🤗
Is it a hug
or
saying
“You’re welcome”
Who cares
It looks friendly
and is smiling
Harmless
like me

Love You Till The End

I loved you when I was unsure if you would love me back.

I loved you when my heart broke into pieces because you weren’t sure if you loved me back.

I loved you on our wedding day when you asked me not to settle for the second best.

I loved you when you couldn’t love yourself.

I loved you when you shut yourself from me.

I loved you when you accused me of saying those hurtful words which I didn’t say.

I loved you till I stopped loving myself.

I couldn’t love you when I lost myself.

I loved you when you set me free.

I loved you when you became an old friend, and you finally loved me too.

I loved you till the day you died.

You are the greatest tragedy of my life, and I love you still.

Daydream Kids

I miss the time I could daydream by the wooden window facing the treetops. Summer breeze took my thoughts far away to the forest where my eyes would be filled with shades of green and brown earth. Those days were so worth it even at times I suffered the humiliation of a chalk being thrown at my face, trying to bring me back to whatever boring class it was, usually history and politics.

At graduation, you gifted me a pencil sketch of the back of my head with a high ponytail, my head faced north west to the window in the classroom, the gateway to my world of escape. You captured me capturing the wonders of the world far beyond the treetops through that wooden frame. And I wondered if I was your world of escape.